I'ma start it off again but gimme feedback aight Prodigy.
Yo,I'ma beast.
I sink my teeth deep in beef.
I 'ma eat,a thug dies on the street.
And blood dries on my teeth.Neva T.L.C.
But I creep, and pounce on an enemy.
So when my stomach rumbles niggaz betta run 4 cova.
Cuz I'm comin,So sharp,neva a dull moment.
I bring em all torment.
Even run in ya crib, like I gotta warrant.
My brain's out of order.
I'm terriotorial.
In this concrete jungle.
I go 4 the kill.The alpha male.
I get ill .especially if I smell fear.
Cuz the weak don't belong here.
Only the strong here.
Look but don't stare.Crooks that don't care
Hood 2 hood.Lions,tigers,and bears.
But let me mention while I'm writing this here.
Sittin right in this chair.
The snakes and rats in the traps.
Face gorillas wit bats,and pigs itz a jungle a in this habitat

Ayo, YoMamazMan, This is Prod!gy, I'm also King Grimet, I just use this name to post new threads since it has enough posts to do that. I wanted some new cypher threads to get shit hot. & now, To criticize your work.. Before I begin just know this is all constructive and meant to help you work harder, not to bring you down bro, Everybody starts somewhere..

First of all, Take your time, Stop rushing all of these verses you keep posting up so fast because its obvious you just type it really fast and you don't even bother to think about it deeply.

Second of all, Break up your lines, dont write in a paragraph, your lines don't got to be A-B rhyme scheme, or anything, they dont got to be equal length, but its annoying reading a paragraph like that, a verse should be line by line by line.. Cutting off at the end of the lines.

Vocabulary, Your rhyming is very basic, your flowing yes.. but your just using the most basic and simple rhymes there is, be creative with it, expand the vocab.. But don't just use big words to sound smart either.. Just try to be more creative/original and complex.

The whole jungle stuff, eh. kinda silly and needs work.

You got room for improvement, but you definitly got potential just keep working on it bro. Spit back on the alphabet cypher, for the letter B, (One letter at a Time by the way) lol. - King Grimet

I'm the toughest sinista nigga, dont come around my way
I slap pregnant bitches and throw em off the highway.
I'll take a plane to heaven, shoot God in his lungs
take some deadly weapons and shoot them all at his son.
Take a subway to hell, jack satan for his cash
sit down on his thrown, and replace his poor bitch ass.
I'm the sickest human being, soon to be recording genious
sick enough to swallow pills and rape an aborted fetus
Your fuckin nothin bro, You cant bust a flow
I wont be comfortable, till I slit your fuckin throat
so fuck the middle east, the dream is droppin bombs
postin crazy shit up on rm.com

Ayo, YoMamazMan, This is Prod!gy, I'm also King Grimet, I just use this name to post new threads since it has enough posts to do that. I wanted some new cypher threads to get shit hot. & now, To criticize your work.. Before I begin just know this is all constructive and meant to help you work harder, not to bring you down bro, Everybody starts somewhere..

You got room for improvement, but you definitly got potential just keep working on it bro. Spit back on the alphabet cypher, for the letter B, (One letter at a Time by the way) lol. - King Grimet

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OK,I appreciate the feedback but If I start out a thread for someone I'm just tryin 2 get it goin, not really shine.But now I can give u one

I got animal instincts,cannibal tendencies.
Only use my mouthpiece 2 handle my enemies.
My spot held down like snipers high in the trees.
So U a dead muthaf*cka,If U ain't ridin wit me.
Cannibal tendencies so I'm prone.
2 eat a victim alive.
If a nicca survive, bet he wish that he died.
Paralyzed,barely survived,almost buried alive.
I smell fear once u hear the damn click from the nine.
Temperature rise.
Go 4 the kill,blood drip and u die.
Hollow tips pierce and rip ya tissue vicious inside.
Put a bag on ya hip and make you shit from the side.
Pray 4 the day death comes just 2 kiss u goodbye

1985 I gashed from the dark felt the beginning of violations
doctor smacked my ass I carried that with me like generations
no hesitations my victims they got hash half a baggy wrapped in revelations
my hustle was viscous police didn’t have reason to harass this savvy nicca
I kept my style simple rolling on 17" chrome working the block from home
white tee I let my pawns bust that street gear I swear I kept it king gear
tint was even legal paper came from government workers 1st and 15th every year
I never played the beasty type they life was limited to death or life
I strafe right -got the crib -ride and Sunday whip, yeah it’s been a good year
so some can flare I flame off the block and not drop the pop out of fear
I’m dear to the flow, flow is clear only foe’s fail to follow my mic check BIITCHES
I wreck the melody stealthy swaggy into the flow like jayz bad boy like biggie
seen thugs die like Pac, still I rock the mic- bubble style- ice it up -cool it down
cut it up- bag it and slang it like on knees praying to my GOD to forgive me...
I’m Best-in fuck beastin I’m best at what haters least in- clamming they beastin
I sold so much Mary -Jane got Jealous- green with envy - had me like-I’m done Hustlin so I Retired Like soldier- Uncle sam pays me for life bytch I’m Pimpin lyrics like too $hort BITCHES ...Let’s GO

Im the beast from the east, right where the sun rises
Everyday, gotta pack heat, got a gun licence
In every way, in every street, I got ya chumps frightenend
To come see me, so come be me and
Take the rap game lightly, cause the strap stayin' by me
and the crack game buyin' me gats, yay', rightfully
Im the second coming, blasphemy, y'all blast at me
And Im breakin in with the weapon stormin'
Im takin all these lines in like Im on the record snortin'
Im the man who'll deliver shivers down ya spine
Throw at me any figure, niqqa, Im out to grind

I be Out for mine like roadside bombs= I’m blast-in
seen groupies smoke free tweed happy and laugh-in
not from 6 cause bytches can’t smoke for free all they getin
is the headboard bangin, moaning groaning til the morning spankin
nicca I was slangin short sacks, getting a profit back beast
breaking LB’s down like 10's and 20's-got them O’s for a yard
had fire heads like Oh-My-GOD
he beastin with supply and demand
6 got what you need he the short sack man
I held my lead by Par beating niccaz with an Eagle
haters your not my equal there can’t be no sequel....

Yeah Da Kid Lyric's Murder Em It Need's To Be Illegal-
It's Sharp As A Needle And Fly As A Beagle-
Evil As Keneival Even If You Were Above Average I Wouldnt See You-
Cuz My Head's In The Sky Like An Eagle-
And Da Little Nigga's High As A G-foe-
Trend Setta's Yall Do Wut Eva We Do-
Da Cannibal Flow Like I Dont Even Eat Food-
Da Word's Jus Eat You We'll Walk Out Like We Threw-
Wit Out A Hesitation Dis Iz Da Dedication Me Sick Like Medication-
Knee Deep In Meditation And I Aint Chantin Shyt I Wus Smokin Weed From Hasian's-
Red Eyez He Da Mayor Rap Music Iz Da City-
Show Luv To A Playa And Watch Me Run It Like Diddy-
But I Aint Runnin From Shyt/ Im Runnin To It/ Wit Da Tool Clip-
Im Like You Sit, You Sit, You Hit-
Ha Ha Iz There Any Way I Could Prove This-
Yeah Check Open Mic Out When I Drop Dat New Rude Mix

Getting money the game don't fuck wit slut buckets or lames
Fuck the ice and even the fame, i'll rather serve ya that flame
Fuck the building i'm the industry man, i'll fifty ya label & pimp ya dame
Fuck it lets take it 2streets, i'll end ya career put'n a indent on ya frame
caught in the smoke gone in the zone, we call it hydro phonics
whip clean mirror tent bubble seats, we drop bodies lift'n hydrollics
if you a beast i'm a monster, don't nobody really wanna see me
could go duce fo duce pound fo pound, I still come out wit the crown
done a lot practice i'll turn cats into actress, should be a law fo me
ah lord save me, fo they dont see i'm the hottest in they town
I'll get where ya wanna be, flipping what ya wanna see
theres nothing holding me back, or that can calm me down
this a freestyle jack, could sauce it to chop it up and get paid clown

Yeah Im Hot And My Oven Iz Da Same/
I Bake Alot Of Cakes Plus My Cousin Make It Rain/
So Imma Make It Drizzle Until The Shyt Sizzle/
Jus Wake Untill It Crystal Now Imma Blow Up Like A Missle/
And My Brain's Iz Da Utensil Da Stainless Iz Wut Will Hit You/
Yes I Gotta Slow Down Cuz Da Friction/
I Would Like To Make A Prediction/
Bein Real Iz My Decision/ Till The Day Im Wit Da Fishes/
Uhh And Im Rawer Den Blue/ Mean Green Money Make A Party For Two/
Me And My Bill's And I Call It My Boo/cuz It's Money Over Bytches No Exception To You/

Its thedream again,
comin like a machine again
drunk and stompin his feet again,
gulpin the wine and breathin gin.
who wants to beef with him?
who really thinks that he can win?
dream'll freakin beat yur shins,
grab ya face and eat yur skin

I'm the sickest person you could possibly step to
cut you up then burn you in case you survive the flesh wounds
brought a meat grinder and puttin ya head and neck through
eat ya arms then leave the rest of you in the restroom
Whoever fucks with me'll be takin their last breath soon
no positive songs, only spittin the death toons

Look at the goon blessed with gab tunes
I’m the monsoon blood moon over your city
ya girls cleavage ditties Blum in a spring dress
Who wit me-those who dis me- it's lights out at best
no kidding the kidz in the 6th inning 9th inning
not a future I’m hitting with berry bonds numbers
this moment you must remmeber
He should have known when to hold em,
peep how i fold em, and count my money
like a bankteller fingers swift and snaps that money
sombody should have told em six freewrite money
so sorry sonny it's not your night mean while
you and ya girl can have a sunny D mixed with green mile
don't worry i'll provide the light and the blunt
no need to stunt i already know you a kunt
and ya girl likes my red•••••• jeans filled with power
strokes no joke it's her coke rush i bust nuttz for hours...nicca
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Its the beast on the prowl ya nukkas love my style
like good food, be a good dude or revolvers out
I go to the range practice my aim every sunday
just in case a nukka get insane one day
carry a 5 plus 4 one time get you subtracted
im on the grind saying fuck your tax bracket
I.R.S on my ass, dont hustle backwards lead to
froze assets, I got ice, so Im close to a hat trick
had bricks some sold some fronted
Had chicks some old some youngin
Had whips some two toned some stunted
lamborgini doors open floatin 100
yo, keep birds in the house like punishment
kept a bitch who served cuz she loved the D__k
who want it prick Im quick to serve punishment
Lunge dynamite sticks in ya uncle's crib